"Works of Ye Wei Lan: Love After Love 0+5=? Chapter 18: Awakening of Love"

  Many things in the past, when thinking back, are not regretful, nor hateful, but a kind of nostalgia. Nostalgia for the past, at that time, how foolish, and how happy.

  Hello Xiao Lan! How are you? Are you diligently doing your homework?

  I'm in London now, the scenery is pretty good, and my university classmates are very enthusiastic. Strolling along the Thames, everywhere is green grass and willows hanging over the riverbank, with small boats shuttling back and forth... doesn't it make you drool? Haha.

  Forgive my sudden departure. That summer, I experienced too many goodbyes, and I didn't want to touch the heavy feeling of another farewell again. Changing my environment was the best choice for me, I wanted to rediscover myself, understand the world, and find my happiness back.

  Anyway, even though I'm gone, you're not allowed to miss me, you're still my little sidekick! When I get back, maybe our Little Blue will be a big kid already! It's really something to look forward to.

  Take care of your body. Although you have to be the early bird, don't overwork yourself while studying. If I find out that you're exhausted or ill, I'll deal with you when you get back!

  Say hello to Uncle Lin and Auntie Lin for me!

  Missing you both in early spring London, Hua Ning.

  There are also her photos taken in the UK inside the envelope. Under Big Ben, beside Buckingham Palace, and most of them were taken by the Thames River, with a smiling face and curved eyebrows. In several photos, there are also her friends from that side, blonde-haired, brown-haired women, and a black-haired handsome man standing beside her, beaming with joy.

  No need for you to remind me. Xiaolan calmly folded the letter paper back to its original shape, put it in an envelope and placed it neatly in a drawer.

  I will certainly take care of myself and won't overwork... I will also... how should I put it, remind you.

  He lowered his eyelids, and his black hair floated gently in the breeze.

  Queenie, a major in Business Administration from China. She is elegant and refined, with quick wit and sharp thinking. She loves to wear pure white dresses, standing out quietly among the vibrant foreign girls. In professional classes, she makes theoretical judgments with a soft but firm tone, supported by facts, making the old professor repeatedly give her thumbs up and praise her.

  Behind her, there were naturally not a few admirers. What's strange is that Queenie gave them almost no opportunity, as if she was completely uninterested in romantic affairs. Because of this, she gained the reputation of being chaste and self-loving, with suitors flocking to her.

  However, Chirs was not impressed by these superficialities. He knew that she was meticulous and had a mind full of bad ideas, her favorite movies were comedies and action films, typical of someone who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. But why did this woman always have a hint of worry in her eyes, was this also her deliberate disguise?

  Just like now, Queenie crouched on the railing of the bridge over the Kang River, gazing quietly. Chris walked to her back and looked at the same scenery with her. The river surface with mist was rippling, blending with the vast sky, a serene and secluded scene.

  "What's gotten into Queenie, making her so sentimental all of a sudden?"

  He leaned lightly against the railing beside her, flashing a smile at her. Peach blossom eyes paired with thin lips slightly raised, typical pyboy appearance.

  "I'm thinking of some things."

  "Huh? Do you have worries too?"

  Ji Huaning gave him a sideways glance, "You're not even a multicellular organism, are you?"

  He was scolded by her, and it's none of his business to provoke this woman, it's simply asking for trouble.

  She gazed into the distance, as if talking to herself: "Many things have passed, and when I think back on them, it's not regret or resentment, but... a kind of nostalgia. Nostalgia for the past, when I was so foolish, yet so happy..."

  Chris wasn't used to her being so melancholic, and looked at her with some concern. His gaze lingered on the soft contours of her profile, her fluttering eyelashes curled thickly, and her small mouth moist like condensed milk.

  He suddenly had an impulse to get close to her. He blushed at his own thoughts.

  Ji Huaning, however, was completely unaware, still immersed in infinite memories.

  Lin Jinglan is now in high school. After the "Jiang Ji Qin" love triangle between the golden boy and jade girl ended with the main character breaking up, Lin Jinglan's transfer became a major news focus. As rumored, he has a handsome appearance that can be described as beautiful, and a meticulous personality that can be described as rigid. Although younger than his classmates on average, everyone is still full of interest in him.

  Even though he was so low-key, the delinquent boys who had an aversion to the word "genius" still targeted him. They blocked his way on the narrow path, just like that year when he was nine years old.

  At fifteen years old, he was growing rapidly and was in the midst of a lanky and tall development phase. He only said in a low voice: "Leave." His changing voice was somewhat husky.

  The delinquents burst out laughing, and their conversation seemed to involve a girl they liked having a crush on him. He wasn't interested in listening, turned around and was about to leave when a punch came flying towards his face.

  "What are you doing?" A sharp female voice cut through the air, Lin Jinglan slightly dodged to the side, and the opponent's fist hit empty space.

  He gazed towards the bright spot at the street corner, where a girl's figure stood. The scene was incredibly familiar. For an instant, he almost thought she had returned... His silent eyes grew moist as he watched that person walk towards him step by step. Shoulder-length hair, small face, his heart racing faster and faster until she fully entered his line of sight. Almond-shaped eyes, delicate features, petite build - it wasn't her.

  "Mind your own business." The girl was pushed aside, and the hoodlums closed in on Lin Jinglan again. There were a few loud cracks, and Lin Jinglan quickly and efficiently sent the several people who had been charging at her crashing to the ground, her face unruffled. The thugs clearly didn't understand how a bookworm like him could have such good martial arts skills. Of course, they also wouldn't know that since Ji Huaining saved Lin Jinglan that one time, he had started learning karate, vowing not to let her protect him again. He hoped that one day he would be able to protect himself and also protect her...

  "Lin, are you... okay?" The pretty girl walked over, her cheeks slightly flushed. Lin Jinglan nodded in gratitude for her timely intervention and slowly walked away.

  The gentle breeze of early spring blows across my face, warm and slightly itchy.

  "Nowadays, these little devils just need to be taught a lesson..." Her muttering was still in his ears, his fingers moved slightly, but there was only air. He lowered his head, on the ground was his slow-moving shadow, solitary and alone.

  He suddenly realized how terrifying it was to be alone. Her existence, like a gentle breeze or the warm rays of sunset, had blended into his life so naturally. And now, they were all taken away from him at once.

  Back home, he unusually didn't take out his homework first, but instead pulled open the drawer of his desk and took out a letter.

  What are you doing now? Will you, or won't you, remember me a little bit? The slender fingertips lightly touched the smiling girl in the photo, back and forth, mist slowly covering my eyes.

  I... I miss you so much, with all my might. In the campus where you used to walk, in the classroom where you used to sit, in every single blade of grass and tree that had your shadow... Today, in this familiar scene, how disappointed I am to see that person is not you. My classmates, your former juniors, I yearn to hear from them stories about your past. Hua Ning, when will you come back?

  Waiting for him to wake up from his delicate emotions, he found that he had been sitting there for more than an hour. What's wrong with him? In the second year after she left, he sat by the window, thinking of her with a devout attitude as if he was studying scriptures.

  In this chilly spring, a teenage genius is weighed down by more worries than academic difficulties, feeling depressed and hard to extricate himself.